Timon

"Mm?" Max stopped in his tracks and turned around. He frowned when he saw a young man around his age looking at him with a mocking expression. He was dressed well with a golden fan in his hand. Behind him stood a few people who seemed to be his guards.

The people around them, who heard him saying that he was Viscount's son turned to look at Max and started whispering.

"Hey, is that really Lord Viscount's son? I haven't seen him before."

"Yes, he is. I saw him a few months before when I visited Viscount manor for something. As I recall, he must the youngest son of Lord Viscount."

"But didn't they say that he is nothing but trash and after knowing his talent, he became depressed and would die at any time. But he seems fine to me. Heck, He is more healthier than those one-star mages."

"If he really is young master, why that noble looking young man try to mock him like that? Is there some enmity between them?"

"Enmity? I don't even know who this young lad is."